//------------------------------// // After-Show Promo With "Macho Man" Randy Savage // Story: EWE: Equestria Wrestling Entertainment // by Bateman66 //------------------------------// A camera shot of the rushing and excited center of the United Center slowly panned out, as the cataclysmic match between “Macho Man” Randy Savage and Rainbow “The Fury” Dash had come to a close with Savage’s humiliating defeat. The scene shifted to the promo soundstage of the EWE, with the simplistic blue cardboard backdrop and hanging EWE insignia being the only decorations in the bare chamber that was conveniently placed by the stadium locker room. “Mean” Gene Okerlund stood placidly next to the “Macho Man” himself, his gleaming bald head only matching the massive wrestler up to his neck, who towered over the much smaller and much older announcer/interviewer. Quickly being given a thumbs up signal by the camera operator, Okerlund began the after show promo. “Quite some excitement tonight in the United Center here in the beautiful city of Chicago,” announced Gene in his transatlantic-esque tone to the camera. “As the former Intercontinental Champion Randy Savage was defeated just a few minutes ago by the up-and-comer herself, Rainbow ‘The Fury’ Dash.” Randy grimaced in disgust as Okerlund summarized the night’s events, and quickly leaned into the range of the EWE microphone the older gentlemen held. “Nothing means nothing!” interjected Randy loudly, as he looked Gene directly in the eyes behind his white wrap-around sun glasses of his own trademark. “Nothing means nothing ‘Mean’ Gene Okerlund, and I would sooner DIE than see tonight’s shenanigans considered a legitimate match in professional wrestling, yeah!” Okerlund’s eyes rose in disbelief, another one of Savage’s statements taking him off guard. “Macho Man, are you saying that esteemed rookie, Rainbow ‘The Fury’ Dash, did not win tonight’s match as honestly as it appears?” “Oh yeah,” confirmed Savage with a jittery nod followed by a loud snuff of air. “That’s exactly what I’m making it out to be ‘Mean’ Gene. Outside interference, that’s what I’m talkin’ about ‘Mean’ Gene. Breakin’ the space and laws President Jack Tunney established, yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about ‘Mean’ Gene.” Okerlund slowly nodded. “I see...but what about her aerials? How could’ve you hoped to counter a wrestler who actually has the ability to fly?” “Not a problem! I’ve dealt with things that would make that pony chump’s head pop right of her shoulders. I’ve wrestled guys three times her size and three times as fast. Andre the Giant can put up a better fight than her and he can barely get his feet off the floor. Flight don’t mean nothing to the Macho Madness, yeah!” “But it must have been a problem for you tonight,” pressed ‘Mean’ Gene. “It’s what got in the way of your victory, especially her whirlwind strikes and inverted gorilla presses.” A low growl came from the Macho Man’s throat as his body loomed over Gene threateningly. One could tell that, behind the thick sunglasses lenses, the legendary wrestler was staring daggers into the feeble Gene Okerlund. “Wow, Mr. Sarcasm is it?” responded Savage with an increase in his own verbal intensity. “I don’t care if you’ve got twenty wrestlers behind these doors, because I am ready and I will not let this chance slip through my fingers.” “The EWE is the need of a proper wrestler to hold the Intercontinental Title, and I’ll be darned if Rainbow ‘The Fury’ Dash even gets the chance to lay eyes upon that belt, yeah! It is my property, and I’m gonna take it back.” Savage took another savage snuff of the air around him, then quickly stormed off the stage without much direction of where he wanted to go. Okerlund called over to Savage, he was nearly halfway out the door. “Macho Man, could I get another question--” “No more questions!” shouted Savage with a closing slam from the door behind him. Grinning back towards the camera, ‘Mean’ Gene concluded. “We’ll there you have it folks, a firsthand account of one of the most exciting matches in wrestling history. We still have some great matches still scheduled for tonight, including the long awaited duel between Sgt. Slaughter and his close rival, Spitfire. So don’t go away, we’ll be back after these messages.” As the screen faded out into an infomercial concerning a shouty black haired man in a blue polo advertising an oxygen based cleaning supplement, one could not ignore the short hint Okerlund had dropped about things to come. A titanic rivalry was about to be settled, with two of the EWE’s most patriotic contenders squaring off to settle an age old dispute. Things were only just heating up in the Windy City.